Take a green trip on the lake;
How long is Jinghu Lake? -Poems by Xu Wei in Ming Dynasty
The breeze is full of water and the temple is cool —— Poems by Liu Changqing in Tang Dynasty
Mo Yan's Spring is Beautiful —— Poems by He in Tang Dynasty
Let Lotus Fragrant Free —— Poems by Zhang Wentao in Qing Dynasty
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Lonely (Li Qingzhao), handsome (Xiao Qingyu).
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The second chapter of sapphire courtyard:
Lonely Thinking at the Bottom of the River —— Poems of Zhao Wei in Tang Dynasty
Sometimes the fish is startled and the waves are startled —— A poem by Cui Daorong in Tang Dynasty
A cool breeze blows the sky all night —— Poems by Liu Ji in Ming Dynasty
The bright moon enters the house to find a secluded person-Su Shi's poems in the Song Dynasty
2. A poem describing Du Fu, a lovelier beauty than her? However, she lives alone in an empty valley.
A good girl from Ziyun. When the problem appeared in the customs area, her brother and close relatives were killed.
What's the use of them in high positions, they can't even protect their own lives? . The world is dismissive of adversity, and hope will go out like the light of a candle.
Her husband, with a wandering heart, is looking for a new face like jade. When the morning glory is rolled up at night, the mandarin ducks lie side by side.
He can only see the smile of his new love, but he can't hear the cry of his old love. The stream is pure at the source of the mountain, but its water turns dark far away from the mountain.
Wait for her maid to come back after selling pearls, and then she needs straw to build the roof. She picked some flowers, not for her hair, but for letting pine needles fall from her fingers.
She forgot the thin silk sleeves and the cold, and leaned against a tall bamboo. Xi, Wang Wei, the beauty is all over the world, how can history keep his place? .
Washing clothes by the lake in the south at dawn, and there was a great lady in the palace in the north that night. One day humble, no different from others, the next day promoted, everyone praised her. ..
At the invitation of Fu Fenfen, or arrange a silk robe on her shoulder .. The more the king loves her, the cuter she is, which makes him lose his wisdom. ..
The girls who washed silk beside her were left at a distance from her chariot ... None of the girls in her neighbor's house could imitate her beauty.
Song of Eternal Sorrow Bai Juyi, an emperor of China, longed for beauty enough to shake the whole empire. He reigned for many years and searched everywhere, but found nothing. Until a child of the Yang family grew up in the inner room, almost before she grew up, and no one knew her.
However, due to the gift of heaven and no concealment, it was finally elected royal one day. If she just turned her head and smiled, there were a hundred spells, and the powder and paint of six palaces disappeared without a trace.
It was early spring. They let her bathe in a pure pool to warm and smooth her creamy skin. Because she was tired, a maid lifted her up, when the emperor noticed her for the first time and chose her as his bride.
On the night of spring, the warm hibiscus curtains covered her fluttering hair, petals on her cheeks and golden ripples on her head. But the night in spring is short and the sun rises too fast. Since then, the emperor has given up his early hearing.
He wastes all his time on parties and revelry. He is the lover of spring and the tyrant of night. There are other ladies in his court, 3,000 of whom are stunning beauties, but his love for 3,000 is concentrated on one person.
The golden house is dressed up to serve the night. When the table in the jade tower is cleaned, she will wander around and drink wine slowly. Sisters and brothers are in this country because she illuminates and glorifies her family.
When a girl is born instead of a boy, she brings happiness to every father and mother in the empire. ... high rose plum palace, into the blue clouds, and the wide breeze carries magical notes.
Singing and dancing slowly, the emperor's eyes can't stare at her enough. Until the sound of drums came from Yuyang, which shook the earth and broke the tune of rainbow skirts and feather clothes.
The Forbidden City, a nine-story palace, is hidden in the dust and travels southwest from thousands of chariots and horses. The imperial flag opened the way, suddenly moving and stopping, 30 miles from the capital and passing the west gate.
People in the army stop, and no one will move until they are under their hooves. They may trample on those moths. The gorgeous hairpin fell to the ground, and no one picked it up, a green and white Hosta and a golden hairy bird.
The emperor couldn't save her, so he had to cover his face. Later, when he turned to look, there was blood and tears. Hidden in the yellow dust from the cold wind, they crossed a cloud line at the crack of the steeple path.
Under Emei Mountain. The last few came, and the flags and banners lost their colors in the fading sun. But the water in Shu is always green and the mountains are always blue, so your majesty's love is constant and deeper than the sky.
He stared at the desolate moon from his temporary palace, and he heard the rain at dusk, cutting his chest. Heaven and earth in last contact, the dragon car comes home, and the emperor never leaves.
The memory and pain are buried in the soil of Maweipo. Where is her white face? . Rulers and lords, when their eyes met, cried on their coats. They rode horses, loosened the reins and slowly returned to the capital.
Pond, garden, palace, everything is the same as before, Taiye Lake hibiscus, Weiyang Palace willow. But the petals are like her face, and the willow leaves are like her eyebrows. Whenever he looks at them, what can he do but cry? .
Peach and plum trees are in bloom. In the spring wind, after the autumn rain, the leaves fall to the ground. The palaces in the west and south are scattered with evening grass, and the steps are piled with red leaves that are not swept.
Bai Fuxin, a disciple of Li Yuan, and eunuchs in her pepper yard. . Fireflies were flying on the throne, and he was meditating in the twilight. , he will extend the wick to its end and still never fall asleep. ..
Bells and drums will slowly ring the long night, and before dawn, the Milky Way in the sky will become clear. And the porcelain mandarin ducks on the roof grow thick morning frost, and the jade is cold, so who and who * * *.
The distance between life and death is year after year, but no beloved soul has visited his dream. There lived a Taoist priest in Lingqiong. He was a guest in the sky and could summon the gods through his concentration.
People were moved by the emperor's constant meditation, and they begged the Taoist priest to see if he could find her. He opened a path in space, like lightning, cut through the sky, up and down, looking for it everywhere.
Above, he looked for the green void, below, the yellow spring, but he didn't find the one he was looking for in two places. Then he heard a narrative about the magical island at sea, and the mountains were in nothingness.
There are pavilions in the five-color sky, and exquisite immortals walk back and forth. And one of them, they call it forever true, has a face like her snow and flowers.
So he went to the golden gate of the West Hall, knocked on the Jasper Gate, and asked a girl named Small jade to tell Shuang Perfect. This lady, after hearing the news of Emperor China's envoy, woke up from her dream in her canopy.
She pushed open the pillow, got dressed, shook off her drowsiness, opened the pearly curtain, and then opened the silver screen. Because she left in such a hurry, her muddy hair ornaments hung aside, and when she came along the platform, her flowered hat was loose.
A breeze blew her cloak and fluttered with her movements, as if she were dancing with a rainbow skirt and feather coat. Tears rolled down her sad and pale face, just like the spring rain on pear flowers.
But when she asked him to thank her monarch, her eyes shone with love. Since they separated, her form and voice were unfamiliar to her. Because happiness ends in the courtyard of the sun, the moon and dawn become long in the palace of Xianshan.
But when she turned to look down at the earth and tried to see the capital, there was only fog and dust. He expressed his love for the old man and sent him back a shell box and gold hairpin through his special envoy.
However, one branch of the hairpin and one side of the box were kept, and the gold of the hairpin and the shell of the box were broken. "Our souls belong to each other," she said, "just like this gold and this shell." Somewhere, at some time, on earth or in heaven, we will be together.
She sent him a message through his messenger, reminding him that only the hearts of the two of them knew the oath. On the seventh day of July, in the Palace of Eternal Life, we secretly told each other in the quiet midnight world.
We hope to fly in heaven, two birds become one, grow on the earth, two branches of a tree ... the earth lasts forever, and the sky lasts forever; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever.
Song of Luoyang Girls, Wang Wei, there is a Luoyang girl in the door across the street. She looks fifteen years old, maybe a little older. Her master rode on his fast horse, wearing a jade-bit reins, and her maid brought her cod on a gold plate.
Her painting pavilion faces the red tower, and the cornices are pink and green peach blossoms and willows. Luo Wei sent seven fragrant cars, and rare fans shaded her and made her home with nine curtains.
Her master, status and wealth and the seeds of life are more generous than the richest people in ancient times. He likes this girl from humble origins, teaches her to dance and gives his coral tree to almost anyone.
When his nine soft lights went out, the wind at dawn began to stir, nine little flying flowers? . Between dances, she had little time to sing and sat dressed like incense.
All the people she knows in the town are rich and extravagant. She visits the owner of the happiest building day and night. Who will notice the jade-faced Yue girl, the poor river head who washes the yarn?
On the third day of March, the weather was fresh, and many beautiful women were walking by the Chang 'an River. Dignified attitude, lofty and quiet nature, plump skin, thin and moderate figure.
Embroidered gold and silver silk unicorn in late spring. And hanging far under their temples, Cuiwei? Leaves hang down the temples and lips.
And behind them, the beads are pressing the waist? Stable weight. Several of them are relatives of the imperial concubine and two wives of Guo and Qin.
The red hump is brought from the jade broiler, and the crystal plate is a flat scale. They held their horns and chopsticks for a long time, and the chef held a sharp knife.
Huangmenfei? Don't move, keep bringing precious dishes from the royal kitchen. When the solemn flute and drums call the gods, the guests are mixed? It is essential for Tianjin.
How arrogant a horse owner is. He dismounted from the embroidered carpet and went into the tent. Snow-like duckweed is easy to fall and cover, and bluebirds fly to the ground in red silk handkerchief.
Moxibustion hands can be very hot. Watch out for the Prime Minister and watch him frown. Drunk flowers and songs, Li Qingzhao's fog is thick, the clouds are light and the wind is light, painting through the ages, refreshing, and the golden beast disappears.
The festival is also a double ninth festival, and the jade pillow gauze kitchen is half cold at night. After dusk, the bar rises in the east, and there is a faint fragrance full of sleeves.
Don't say clear autumn is not a person, the west wind rolls the flag and beads curtain, and the person in the curtain is thinner than that Huang Ju.
3. What are the poems about ladies' paintings? They are poems centered on ladies' paintings, which show the scene at that time and convey the feelings of ladies' paintings. This paper mainly takes the plant image as the research object, and takes the plant image in ladies' poems as the research object, and discusses the relationship between poetry and painting between ladies' poems.
Fei's Ladies of the Four Seasons? "Picking Plums" contains streams, plum branches, stones and a woman. On the left side, the seven-character quatrain is engraved: "The dream of spring is incomplete in the sound of Cui Yu, and the snow shines on the mountains. "As we all know, plum blossom bones are not afraid of the east wind." The word "shadow Shanshan" succinctly and elegantly expresses the beauty of a lady's appearance. The second couplet is about the inner beauty of a lady, that is, she has the backbone of "not afraid of the cold" like plum blossoms.
Dongbao personally wrote the inscription "Huanxisha? The title of the book is "The Picture of a Lady": "Like the smoke of the Fourteen Bridges, when the depths of Liu Yin stop, the warblers sound and the flute sounds. Peach leaves and peach roots turn, rivers and flowers dream far away, when will they return to the tide together? "The images in the painting-willow, smoke, boat, warbler, etc. -all of them are included in the text in a more poetic way, which not only shows the painting scene, but also deepens the artistic appeal of this beautiful picture.
Zang in "Young Beauty? In the title "Looking at Plums by the Window", according to the picture of plum blossoms, the first sentence reads "Plums are blown in the flute at dusk, and the grass climbs. "The plum blossoms that ladies-in-waiting watch on the screen are the real plum blossoms, and the plum wind blows at dusk, bringing fragrant plums.
Li Qingzhao's "Drunken Flowers": "The fog is thick and the clouds are sad forever ... Mo Tao is unnecessary, and the curtain is west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers." The first sentence "worry" paves the way for the emotional tone of the whole word and also conveys the sad artistic conception of the picture. The last sentence, "Don't die, west wind blinds, people are thinner than yellow flowers", is the painting meaning of this pair of ladies.
4. Ask for some ancient sentences describing ladies-in-waiting clothes: the tight robe sleeve top with pink rose fragrance, a blue gauze skirt with scattered flowers, a big bow with soft gold thread around the waist, blue hostesses and phoenix hairpin obliquely inserted in the sideburns, yellow embroidered with phoenix and blue chardonnay, pink gauze skirt hanging down, holding Luo Cui's soft gauze, and wind bun and fog in the sideburns.
A turquoise sweater, a pleated skirt with scattered flowers, water mist and green grass, wearing turquoise tulle and wrapped her wrist in tulle. Japanese-style bun on the head is obliquely inserted with jasper and dragon and phoenix hairpin.
Bai Mudan soft tulle, winding white smoke cage plum, wearing soft tulle, big peony green tulle Bixialuo, winding pink narcissus pine green skirt, wearing gold thin smoke green tulle. Hosta inlaid with pearls is inserted obliquely in her drooping sideburns. She has a light green dress with light blue peony embroidered on the cuffs, and several auspicious clouds are hooked by silver silk thread. There is a row of blue sea cloud pictures under the hem, and a wide pale yellow brocade is wrapped on the chest. She gently flipped the long skirt, spread it out, and raised her hand as gracefully as the wind blows the willows.
5. A poem describing Du Fu, a lovelier beauty than her? However, she lives alone in an empty valley.
A good girl from Ziyun. When the problem appeared in the customs area, her brother and close relatives were killed.
What's the use of them in high positions, they can't even protect their own lives? . The world is dismissive of adversity, and hope will go out like the light of a candle.
Her husband, with a wandering heart, is looking for a new face like jade. When the morning glory is rolled up at night, the mandarin ducks lie side by side.
He can only see the smile of his new love, but he can't hear the cry of his old love. The stream is pure at the source of the mountain, but its water turns dark far away from the mountain.
Wait for her maid to come back after selling pearls, and then she needs straw to build the roof. She picked some flowers, not for her hair, but for letting pine needles fall from her fingers.
She forgot the thin silk sleeves and the cold, and leaned against a tall bamboo. Xi, Wang Wei, the beauty is all over the world, how can history keep his place? .
Washing clothes by the lake in the south at dawn, and there was a great lady in the palace in the north that night. One day humble, no different from others, the next day promoted, everyone praised her. ..
At the invitation of Fu Fenfen, or arrange a silk robe on her shoulder .. The more the king loves her, the cuter she is, which makes him lose his wisdom. ..
The girls who washed silk beside her were left at a distance from her chariot ... None of the girls in her neighbor's house could imitate her beauty.
Song of Eternal Sorrow Bai Juyi, an emperor of China, longed for beauty enough to shake the whole empire. He reigned for many years and searched everywhere, but found nothing. Until a child of the Yang family grew up in the inner room, almost before she grew up, and no one knew her.
However, due to the gift of heaven and no concealment, it was finally elected royal one day. If she just turned her head and smiled, there were a hundred spells, and the powder and paint of six palaces disappeared without a trace.
It was early spring. They let her bathe in a pure pool to warm and smooth her creamy skin. Because she was tired, a maid lifted her up, when the emperor noticed her for the first time and chose her as his bride.
On the night of spring, the warm hibiscus curtains covered her fluttering hair, petals on her cheeks and golden ripples on her head. But the night in spring is short and the sun rises too fast. Since then, the emperor has given up his early hearing.
He wastes all his time on parties and revelry. He is the lover of spring and the tyrant of night. There are other ladies in his court, 3,000 of whom are stunning beauties, but his love for 3,000 is concentrated on one person.
The golden house is dressed up to serve the night. When the table in the jade tower is cleaned, she will wander around and drink wine slowly. Sisters and brothers are in this country because she illuminates and glorifies her family.
When a girl is born instead of a boy, she brings happiness to every father and mother in the empire. ... high rose plum palace, into the blue clouds, and the wide breeze carries magical notes.
Singing and dancing slowly, the emperor's eyes can't stare at her enough. Until the sound of drums came from Yuyang, which shook the earth and broke the tune of rainbow skirts and feather clothes.
The Forbidden City, a nine-story palace, is hidden in the dust and travels southwest from thousands of chariots and horses. The imperial flag opened the way, suddenly moving and stopping, 30 miles from the capital and passing the west gate.
People in the army stop, and no one will move until they are under their hooves. They may trample on those moths. The gorgeous hairpin fell to the ground, and no one picked it up, a green and white Hosta and a golden hairy bird.
The emperor couldn't save her, so he had to cover his face. Later, when he turned to look, there was blood and tears. Hidden in the yellow dust from the cold wind, they crossed a cloud line at the crack of the steeple path.
Under Emei Mountain. The last few came, and the flags and banners lost their colors in the fading sun. But the water in Shu is always green and the mountains are always blue, so your majesty's love is constant and deeper than the sky.
He stared at the desolate moon from his temporary palace, and he heard the rain at dusk, cutting his chest. Heaven and earth in last contact, the dragon car comes home, and the emperor never leaves.
The memory and pain are buried in the soil of Maweipo. Where is her white face? . Rulers and lords, when their eyes met, cried on their coats. They rode horses, loosened the reins and slowly returned to the capital.
Pond, garden, palace, everything is the same as before, Taiye Lake hibiscus, Weiyang Palace willow. But the petals are like her face, and the willow leaves are like her eyebrows. Whenever he looks at them, what can he do but cry? .
Peach and plum trees are in bloom. In the spring wind, after the autumn rain, the leaves fall to the ground. The palaces in the west and south are scattered with evening grass, and the steps are piled with red leaves that are not swept.
Bai Fuxin, a disciple of Li Yuan, and eunuchs in her pepper yard. . Fireflies were flying on the throne, and he was meditating in the twilight. , he will extend the wick to its end and still never fall asleep. ..
Bells and drums will slowly ring the long night, and before dawn, the Milky Way in the sky will become clear. And the porcelain mandarin ducks on the roof grow thick morning frost, and the jade is cold, so who and who * * *.
The distance between life and death is year after year, but no beloved soul has visited his dream. There lived a Taoist priest in Lingqiong. He was a guest in the sky and could summon the gods through his concentration.
People were moved by the emperor's constant meditation, and they begged the Taoist priest to see if he could find her. He opened a path in space, like lightning, cut through the sky, up and down, looking for it everywhere.
Above, he looked for the green void, below, the yellow spring, but he didn't find the one he was looking for in two places. Then he heard a narrative about the magical island at sea, and the mountains were in nothingness.
There are pavilions in the five-color sky, and exquisite immortals walk back and forth. And one of them, they call it forever true, has a face like her snow and flowers.
So he went to the golden gate of the West Hall, knocked on the Jasper Gate, and asked a girl named Small jade to tell Shuang Perfect. This lady, after hearing the news of Emperor China's envoy, woke up from her dream in her canopy.
She pushed open the pillow, got dressed, shook off her drowsiness, opened the pearly curtain, and then opened the silver screen. Because she left in such a hurry, her muddy hair ornaments hung aside, and when she came along the platform, her flowered hat was loose.
A breeze blew her cloak and fluttered with her movements, as if she were dancing with a rainbow skirt and feather coat. Tears rolled down her sad and pale face, just like the spring rain on pear flowers.
But when she asked him to thank her monarch, her eyes shone with love. Since they separated, her form and voice were unfamiliar to her. Because happiness ends in the courtyard of the sun, the moon and dawn become long in the palace of Xianshan.
But when she turned to look down at the earth and tried to see the capital, there was only fog and dust. He expressed his love for the old man and sent him back a shell box and gold hairpin through his special envoy.
However, one branch of the hairpin and one side of the box were kept, and the gold of the hairpin and the shell of the box were broken. "Our souls belong to each other," she said, "just like this gold and this shell." Somewhere, at some time, on earth or in heaven, we will be together.
She sent him a message through his messenger, reminding him that only the hearts of the two of them knew the oath. On the seventh day of July, in the Palace of Eternal Life, we secretly told each other in the quiet midnight world.
We hope to fly in heaven, two birds become one, grow on the earth, two branches of a tree ... the earth lasts forever, and the sky lasts forever; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever.
Song of Luoyang Girls, Wang Wei, there is a Luoyang girl in the door across the street. She looks fifteen years old, maybe a little older. Her master rode on his fast horse, wearing a jade-bit reins, and her maid brought her cod on a gold plate.
Her painting pavilion faces the red tower, and the cornices are pink and green peach blossoms and willows. Luo Wei sent seven fragrant cars, and rare fans shaded her and made her home with nine curtains.
Her master, status and wealth and the seeds of life are more generous than the richest people in ancient times. He likes this girl from humble origins, teaches her to dance and gives his coral tree to almost anyone.
When his nine soft lights went out, the wind at dawn began to stir, nine little flying flowers? . Between dances, she had little time to sing and sat dressed like incense.
All the people she knows in the town are rich and extravagant. She visits the owner of the happiest building day and night. Who will notice the jade-faced Yue girl, the poor river head who washes the yarn?
On the third day of March, the weather was fresh, and many beautiful women were walking by the Chang 'an River. Dignified attitude, lofty and quiet nature, plump skin, thin and moderate figure.
Embroidered gold and silver silk unicorn in late spring. And hanging far under their temples, Cuiwei? Leaves hang down the temples and lips.
And behind them, the beads are pressing the waist? Stable weight. Several of them are relatives of the imperial concubine and two wives of Guo and Qin.
The red hump is brought from the jade broiler, and the crystal plate is a flat scale. They held their horns and chopsticks for a long time, and the chef held a sharp knife.
Huangmenfei? Don't move, keep bringing precious dishes from the royal kitchen. When the solemn flute and drums call the gods, the guests are mixed? It is essential for Tianjin.
How arrogant a horse owner is. He dismounted from the embroidered carpet and went into the tent. Snow-like duckweed is easy to fall and cover, and bluebirds fly to the ground in red silk handkerchief.
Moxibustion hands can be very hot. Watch out for the Prime Minister and watch him frown. Drunk flowers and songs, Li Qingzhao's fog is thick, the clouds are light and the wind is light, painting through the ages, refreshing, and the golden beast disappears.
The festival is also a double ninth festival, and the jade pillow gauze kitchen is half cold at night. After dusk, the bar rises in the east, and there is a faint fragrance full of sleeves.
Don't say clear autumn is not a person, the west wind rolls the flag and beads curtain, and the person in the curtain is thinner than that Huang Ju.
6. Ask for ancient poems describing my little daughter. Shi Jianwu's youngest daughter is only six years old. She is neither clever nor clumsy.
In front of the main hall at night, scholars worship the new moon. Shi Jianwu's sisters have no more brothers, and the whole family loves the youngest.
Sometimes I fly around tits, and I'm tired of watching thrush. There is a charming girl in my family who looks quite white.
The fine print is Su Wan, and the speech is very clear. The temple is covered with a wide forehead, and the ears are like a wall.
In the Ming dynasty, the dressing table stood upright and the eyebrows were swept. Zhu Yandan's lips are thick and Huang Qinlan's lips are red.
If charming words are obscene, anger is clear. Writing is beneficial to management, but seal cutting is useless.
Hold a book and recite what you have learned. Her sister's name is Huifang, and she has a picturesque face.
Light makeup likes the edge of the building, but forgets the spinning performance in the mirror. Give Beijing a welcome, and it will be easy to stand.
The drama is imminent, and the drama is also a battle. Zhao dances calmly, and his sleeves are flying.
Between the upper and lower chords, literature and history need to be rolled up. Gu Hu's screen painting, if seen, is criticized.
When it gets dark, the meaning is hidden. When you are in the garden, you will pick all the fruits.
The red flower is decorated with purple pedicle, and it is flat and sudden. In the storm of greed for flowers, hundreds of times are appropriate.
Frost and snow plays are often accumulated. And pay attention to the dishes and sit up and manage the dishes.
In Momo's letter, phase and number are separated. It is appropriate to do what you want to do.
Stop for tea and call a tripod. Fat white sleeves, smoke stained with tin.
Clothes and quilts are very important, so it is difficult to sink into the water. Let him do whatever he wants and be ashamed of being accused by his elders.
Take a look at the stick and cover your tears with the wall. A little crimson lips, Li Qingzhao, got up and adjusted her slender hands.
Beside her, the thin Germany hung with crystal dew, and the sweat on her chest permeated with the thin silk robe. Suddenly, a guest came. She was desperate. She walked away without shoes, only wearing socks, and even the gold pin on her head fell off.
She ran away shyly and leaned against the door, smelling the fragrance of plum flowers. Li Qingzhao embroidered hibiscus with a smile in Huanxisha.
Duck wrapped in crab roe with fragrant cheeks. Oh, I don't know
On the one hand, it is full of charm. I hate giving you a hug.
The moon moves and the shadow comes back.